In plain words
At that moment a parrot spoke: “Tulasīdās! What are you doing?” He turned this way and that. Below there were two children. Thinking, well, it is some delusion of mine, the reflections of the thoughts within me sounding this way, he said, “Children! Who are you?” “We came to graze the cattle in this forest. Grandfather, who is this sandal paste for?” they said. “For Rāmacandra, children,” he said. “Will you give us a little?” the children asked. “I cannot give it. I am grinding it only for Rāmacandra,” he said. Meanwhile the bird spoke again. “Tulasīdās, who do you think those children are? Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa. I am Hanumān,” it said, and flew off with a whirr. At that very moment he closed his eyes, thinking, Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa? The children rubbed the sandal paste that was there on Tulasīdās's forehead. They too vanished. The inner meaning of this is that Rāma and Lakṣmaṇa gave their grace in this way, saying: may the impure thoughts you had before, the thoughts of infatuation, the forceful thoughts of nature, all that stench, go from this day, and may fragrant feelings enter you. From then on he went on writing the story of Rāma. The very first thing he wrote:
O mind, worship Śrī Rāmacandra, the compassionate, who takes away the cruel fear of worldly existence; His eyes fresh lotuses, His face a lotus, His hands lotuses, His feet rosy lotuses.
“O Rāmacandra! Your eyes are like the buds of ripe lotuses. Your face is like a lotus in bloom. Your hands and feet bear the lines of the lotus. When we see Your beauty, we long for nothing in this world at all. Even a crore of Manmathas are not equal to the nail of Your toe, Rāma!” So he described Him. To this day, as in those days, in Uttar Pradesh, whatever gatherings or auspicious ceremonies take place, people use this very song as a prayer.
So from then on Tulasīdās gradually drew away from worldly ties and relations and lived on in the bond of God, experiencing it for himself. The lives of great souls cannot be described as being this way or that. All of it is the working of thoughts. This mind is nothing but a gathering of thoughts. This mind creates the world. It makes the world vanish.